The senior executives were observing the situation, waiting for their chance to strike and the pillar industry was teetering on the brink of collapse.
I, who had long lost any use, kicked out of the Maguire Family.
At that time, Dwayne still had some affection for me. He agreed to pay me compensation to part ways amicably.
"I know you love children and I also know it's not easy to get pregnant at your age."
"Consider this money as my compensation to you. Don't contact me again in the future."
I should have stabbed him to death, but I still had something on my mind. I told myself, there was plenty of time, I had to survive first.
Sienna, on the other hand, still refused to let me go.
She put on a show, getting rid of her baby and framing me. And with her fake tears, she shattered the last vestige of affection the man had for me.
In the eighth year of our marriage, on the cold and windy winter night, Dwayne personally sent me to prison.
I was sentenced to three years in prison for intentional assault.
In the first year, he filed for divorce. He took away the child I had cherished and risked my life to give birth to.